Okay, so you know what? You were right. It was me. I was the one that poked you in the eye. It was me. Unashamedly, unabashedly, it was me. Why? Not because I wanted to…and certainly not because I thought it would be fun. I poked you in the eye because someone had to and it might as well be me. Because friends don’t let friends lead unaccounted for lives…and because I loved you enough to do it. You were becoming someone I couldn’t recognize anymore. Someone I’m not so sure you could even recognize if the truth be told. So, I poked you in the eye. I knew the risk. I had no choice. I loved you too much to let it go. I hope and pray that one day you will come to realize why I did what I did. I hope and pray that when your vision clears, you will see me, your friend, still standing by you, still believing in everything you worked so hard to become. I hope and pray that you will see that I poked you in the eye because I love you still today just as much as I did that day…nothing more, nothing less. I hope and pray that you still love me enough to poke me in the eye when I need it. I hope and pray.

When your eyes are swollen from all of the tears,
And your mind has been blasted by all of life’s fears,
When your heart is so broken, it may never mend,
you just need a hug and support from a friend.
When life has beaten you, ’til you just want to die,
you don’t need “love” to poke out your eye.